“You wanted to know what I like,” Martin said.
Oh boy, had Seb ever wanted to know.
“I like it slow. I like to watch. I like to touch. I don’t like to be worried about all the things that could go wrong, and it has been a very long time since I felt like I could do that.”
He wasn’t talking about sex. Or not simply sex. But if it was going to happen like this, if Martin needed to feel in control, to feel safe, in order for this thing between them to work tonight, Seb was totally on board with it.
“I—”
“Touch yourself.” Martin gripped himself through his pants. “I want to touch you, and for you to touch me, but...I want to see what you like first, so I know what to do. Show me.”
Well then.
“Doing your research? Very studious of you.” Seb’s hand moved over his own chest. He flicked at the piercing as his other hand roamed lower. He watched Martin’s hand while he did it, focusing on the long fingers playing over the place where Martin’s erection was pitching a not-so-little tent. Seb hissed when his own fingers grazed the tip of his cock, pressed snug in the elastic of his briefs. Tugging at his piercing, he ran his palm down the front of the soft cotton.
He hadn’t done this for an audience in a while. Usually, there wasn’t time. A few kisses, a fumble with a zipper, and someone was on their knees or face-down before anyone remembered the niceties.
Martin’s hand slipped into his pants.
“I really want that to be my hand.” Seb gasped.
“I do too. We’ll get there. Show me what it would be like first. I want to know.”
The whole time he palmed himself, Seb kept his eyes on Martin. He pulled his cock free of his briefs and wrapped his fingers around himself. Martin’s mouth was open slightly, and his tongue darted out to swipe at his lower lip while he watched.
Seb worked himself slowly. The more he watched Martin watching him, the more he wanted this to go on for hours. He slid his hand up, running his palm over the crown of his dick. He flicked at his nipple and trembled.
“Yeah.” Martin tugged his pants off, and Seb bit his lip on a protest when Martin’s underwear went with them, even though he hadn’t let Seb do the same. But then it didn’t matter, because holy fuck, Martin was beautiful. He was long. All of him. Legs, arms, his torso, the heavy cock that moved in and out of his hand. His thighs were muscled, and fine hair swirled over them. Seb wanted to run his palms over them while he licked at Martin’s cock. He wanted to feel those legs around his body.
“Come here.”
Seb stumbled forward like he was on a string. He stopped between Martin’s knees. Strong hands gripped his hips. Martin pressed a kiss to Seb’s stomach, inches above where his cock started to leak. Then Martin slipped lower and licked at the crown. “Show me what you like. So I know what to do.”
Seb did, and oh god, it was good. Martin’s breath brushed against the hair at the base of Seb’s cock while Martin watched and then took over, stroking him, his other hand flat on one of Seb’s ass cheeks to hold him in place. Seb pinched his nipples, letting his hands wander as he watched the flushed head of his cock pumped in and out of Martin’s hand.
Martin’s mouth on him was a hot shock that made Seb tremble, and he gripped at Martin’s hair as he swallowed him.
“Oh.” He gasped as Martin’s tongue swirled around him. “Oh god, yes. That. Just keep doing that.”
Martin had a whole suitcase of hidden skills. The voice. The things he could do with his mouth. As he sucked, his fingers played over Seb’s balls, and Seb nearly drew blood digging his fingernails into Martin’s shoulders to stay upright.
“More. Please. You’re doing great,” he said.
Martin pulled off him with a wet slide. Seb’s hips followed him. Seb bent and kissed him, pushing at his shoulders. They tumbled to the mattress. Seb was lightheaded, and his heart pounded in his ears as he settled against Martin’s body.
“I want to be inside you.” Martin frowned, like that desire was a problem in need of solving. “Or you inside me. I don’t care. But I don’t have any lube.”
And wasn’t that a kicker?
“I have some upstairs,” Seb said.
Martin laughed between kisses. “You said we weren’t sleeping together.”
“We weren’t when we got here. That doesn’t mean I didn’t have aspirations.”
“Upstairs is far.” Martin bit at his neck, making Seb grunt while his hips kicked forward.
“Something to aim for next time.”
